Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Oblivians,
DNA,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.